Different psychology, girl nothin' bout you bothers me

It seemed that Obscura was popular as of late. There had been several calls for an audience, a raid, a trespasser turned slave, and now a summons from the brute on the beach whom she'd shared a good time with. Fascinating stuff, if you asked her. Fascinating because Scylla didn't spread the word about her pack or their doings and yet... here they were.

Peeling herself from Nero's side, the small, svelte fae gave a long, languid stretch. Pink-tinged lips parted in a sweet little yawn and then she was on her way. Moving towards the border had become second nature by now. She'd truly made this territory her own.

Nearing the well worn path that indicated the packs border, Scylla passed one of her lovely creations. A tall, towering totem of terrifying taxidermy. This one was the head of a deer on the body of a bear with the tail and arms of an alligator. Spines from porcupines stuck out from the monsters neck in a thick collar. She was quite proud of this one.

The foliage parted and there stood Erebos. The small woman flashed a grin, pristine whites glinting as she did so. "What an unexpected surprise. Please," she gestured for him to cross the border with one sweeping paw. "Welcome to Obscura."

"Scylla Klein"